On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé and I were transported to ancient times. He became a noble young general, while I was only his personal maid.
He said he would always love and protect me.
But two months later, he began to grow impatient with me, even recoiling from my touch.
Three months later, rumors spread through the capital that he had spent a fortune on a famous courtesan. He was even about to get engaged.
I only asked him about it, and he scolded me impatiently.
"You're just a maid. What gives you the right to meddle in my affairs?"
My heart turned cold.
He still didn't know that we would return to the modern world.
